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If I were an animal, I'd like to be a swan.

And you'd live on a large river.

Tim, are they dancing?

I think that's how they say they love each other.

Ah, if they're building a nest, that means...

They're gonna have babies?

Uh-oh. Daddy Swan looks mad.

He must be trying to protect something.

Mommy Swan's eggs!

Tim, why is she turning them over?

To keep them warm.

Aww, look.

- They're so cute.

She can be called Fluff, the other one can be called Floof,

and this gray one can be called Fliff.

Hey, Fluff. Don't peck on Fliff's foot.

There's room for everyone in the nest.

Where are the babies?

Oh, there they are.

The water must be so cold.

Fluff's super smart, though.

If I were a baby swan,

I'd wanna stay somewhere cozy and warm, too.

Hey, what's she doing?

Look, Tim. Fliff's going off by himself.

- Careful, Fliff.

Uh-oh. What does that big birdie want?

I think it's called a cormorant.

Off you go, Fliff, Fluff, and Floof...

Daddy Swan looks angry at the big bird.

Come on, Fliff. You can do it. Go, go, go!

All right, Daddy Swan. That's enough showing off for now.

- Aww.

"Flying lesson, how to take off."

"I said take off, not be silly."

I like the way he pushes up on his feet.

Uh-oh.

- Better luck next time, Fliff.

He's trying his best.

Don't give up, Fliff. You're almost there.

That's it. Watch the others.

Wow! Fluff and Floof are taking off.

But what about Fliff?

Don't worry. He'll be next.

Look, Emma. His dad is helping him.

Come on, Fliff. You can do it.

- Aw, yeah! - Go, Fliff!

Wow!

Mom and Dad are very proud of you.

Well done, Fliff. You're all grown up.

Bye-bye, Fliff!

If were an animal, I'd wanna be this wildcat.

Actually, Emma, that's a genet.

Hmm. I'm gonna call this one Gigi.

She's so cute.

Mm.

Something smells good over there.

Is she gonna find it?

Most wild genets are shy when it comes to people.

But I guess Gigi's not that wild.

Look. She's so curious and quick.

If I were a genet, I'd be just as sneaky as she is.

I have a feeling someone's not gonna like this.

This one's name is Tommy the Tomcat.

Careful, Gigi.

- Uh-oh. Busted.

Freeze. Don't move.

He doesn't look happy.

- Phew.

You did it, Gigi.

Looks like the yummy smell wasn't coming from there.

Ooh, good idea. You might find some food in here.

Eating Tommy's dinner is easier than finding her own.

Or not.

Oh, no. I think Gigi's gonna get caught this time.

Great. Just what we needed.

That cranky cat smells an intruder.

You won't catch her, Tommy. She can run faster than you.

Gigi's on a mission.

Whoa. Didn't expect a mouse to outsmart a cat and a genet.

Sorry, Tommy. You're too late.

I think he spotted Gigi.

"Told you. You can't catch me."

You're getting warmer.

Ooh, good hiding spot.

Hey, Tim, what's gonna happen?

Don't worry. It's just a staring contest.

Not so quick on your feet, are you, Tommy?

Sneaky Gigi. That's not yours.

Where is she going?

Home. It's almost sundown.

Good night, Gigi.

If I were an animal, I'd wanna be a polar bear.

That means you'd live in the North Pole.

You see that, Tim?

One brother and one sister. Just like us.

I'm gonna call the girl Nikki and the boy Nanouk.

Now that winter's over and the cubs are bigger,

it's time for them to leave their den.

Why is the mom digging?

She's making herself a comfy spot so she can nurse her babies.

Aww.

Look, Nanouk's using his mom as a slide.

These cubs love to play.

Their mom is so sweet.

Ooh. Nanouk's smart.

He's figured out how to hold on to a tree for support.

Nanouk's the best at sliding.

Polar bear cubs are so playful.

Look, Tim. I think Mom wants to play, too.

Oops.

"Come on, kids. Let's go."

Nikki's taking the lead today.

It's not easy to walk in the snow.

Brrr.

If I were a polar bear, I'd be cold all the time.

No.

You'd be warm and cozy in your thick coat of fur.

Look. Mama Bear's protecting them from the blizzard.

Nanouk and Nikki have grown so much.

They're still babies, though.

And they have a lot more to learn from their mom.

I think Little Miss Nikki has had enough walking.

Aren't they too old for Mama's milk, Tim?

Not yet, but they're slowly learning to eat other types of food.

And now it's time for their first swim.

They don't even have to learn how to swim first?

That's amazing.

"Come along, kids. It's time for bed."

Is that Nikki? She's so pretty.

That's her, all right.

She's off on her own like a grown-up now.

Well, sort of.

Who's her little friend?

That's an Arctic fox.

When you're a small creature like him,

you'd be happy to have a big friend like Nikki.

There isn't a lot to hunt for on top of the ice.

But underneath...

There's lots of food.

Hello, Mr. Elk.

Ah...

Nikki's making a nice, cozy seaweed bed.

Like her mom taught her in the snow.

Goodnight, Nikki.

If I were an animal, I'd wanna be a warthog.

Look, Tim. Are they playing in the sandbox?

No.

It's a mom warthog cleaning out her den.

They kinda look like pigs but with big horns and flat noses.

Exactly. These are the African cousins of pigs.

Time for breakfast.

Yeah. And did you know that warthogs are herbivores?

Why is she walking like that?

Are her hooves tired?

No.

It's just easier for her to get to the grass that way.

Aww. Look at this little guy.

I'll call him... Wilbert.

I think he needs glasses.

Especially if he wants to see where his mom's going.

Luckily, his nose will lead him.

Warthogs recognize each other by their scent.

I guess his mama must be pretty stinky.

- Huh?

Oops. She didn't smell him.

He sure was thirsty.

Wilbert really gets along with his brothers.

It's playtime for the warthogs.

Actually, they're practicing how fast they can run.

For warthogs, that's their best defense against danger.

Wow. He's so quick and nimble.

That's right.

He's gotta be able to change directions really fast

to outrun a predator.

Hm, Tim.

They look like they have springs under their hooves.

But why do they run with their tails up in the air?

They use their tails as a flag for danger.

Looks like it's time to put your training to the test, kids.

The student becomes the master.

No one can stop them. Not even a cheetah.

Even the jackal finds it funny.

It's time for a bath, everyone.

But it's a mud bath.

That's the worst way to get clean.

That's just what they need.

Mud to get rid of all the pesky bugs.

That makes sense.

If I were a warthog, I'd love to roll in the mud.

Me, too.

It's also refreshing on hot savanna days.

You know, being a warthog isn't so bad.

Sure looks good to me.

Are they having a head-butting contest?

Actually, when they rub that spot on their forehead,

it releases a special scent that tells them who the other one is.

That's so weird.

Looks like Mom is herding everyone.

- To where? - Back home to bed, of course.

Wait.

Why are they going in their house backwards?

So they can defend themselves if a predator sneaks up.

Smart.

Sweet dreams, warthogs.